After being thoroughly violated, he ran away with the enemy emperor's child.

The invitation was delivered to Chu Jun before he resigned. Looking at the five characters "Zhao Tianzi Mo Yan" on it, his eyes darkened slightly: "I will hold a welcoming banquet tomorrow night to receive him and the delegation from Mo Yang Kingdom."

This morning, the delegations from the Moyang Kingdom and the Zhao Kingdom entered the city one after the other, both with the purpose of celebrating his birthday.

His birthday is still over a month away, yet two countries have appeared at this time. It's somewhat understandable for Zhao Kingdom, but for Moyang Kingdom...

Staring at the three characters "Moyang Kingdom" on the document, Chu Junci felt a bad premonition for some reason.

He hoped it was just his imagination.

A day passed in the blink of an eye, and on the evening of the second day, Chu Junci held a banquet at Qingyan Palace.

Mo Yan was positioned to his left, while the delegation from the Moyang Kingdom was positioned to his right.

Ignoring the intense gaze coming from his left, Chu Junci picked up his cup and took a sip of water. Xue Wu had instructed him that he could not drink alcohol now.

Before long, the banquet officially began. The sound of string and wind instruments filled the air, and the dancers in the center began to dance gracefully. Chu Junci watched intently, pretending not to feel the intense gaze coming from his left.

Below, Mo Yan was staring intently at him. Today, he entered the palace as "Emperor Zhao," but until now, he hadn't even exchanged a single word with Aci.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he moved his lips, about to speak, when he saw the envoy from the Moyang Kingdom rise and bow: "Your Majesty."

"No need for such formalities."

Chu Junci raised his hand, waiting for the envoy from Moyang Kingdom to finish his story.

In the lower right corner, the envoy smiled and said, "The King heard that Your Majesty's birthday is approaching, so he sent us ahead of time to celebrate Your Majesty's birthday."

"The Kingdom of Moyang is rich in jade. On this trip, the King has instructed us to present Blood Jade to His Majesty."

"Blood Jade?"

"Yes, blood jade glows at night and has a vibrant color, making it perfect for ornamental purposes."

"Thanks to Your Majesty's kindness, in addition to the Blood Jade, the King has prepared a special gift for Your Majesty."

"Oh?"

The envoy from the Moyang Kingdom was acting mysteriously, which aroused Chu Junci's curiosity, but he did not show it on his face.

The envoy smiled, clapped his hands slightly, and a moment later, a clear bell rang out from outside the palace.

At the same time, a strange fragrance wafted into the hall. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an androgynous boy step into the hall. He was barefoot, and the bells on his body jingled softly.

He wore a red gauze robe, with a circle of small ornaments around his lower abdomen that clinked together as he walked, making a crisp sound.

"Click."

Something seemed to have been crushed. Chu Junci subconsciously looked at Mo Yan and saw him staring at him, his right hand holding a shard of the teacup.

"..."

Chu Junci withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at him.

Mo Yan's gaze became even more resentful. He stared at Chu Junci, and after a while, he glared fiercely at the boy in the center, thinking to himself: Where did this vixen come from!

Who are you trying to seduce dressed like that?

Damn it...

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and heard the envoy from the Moyang Kingdom say, "Your Majesty, this is the Holy Son of the Moyang Kingdom. If Your Majesty does not mind, you may keep him by your side to serve you."

At the same time, the Holy Son looked at him with his eyes wide open and said in a soft voice, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"..."

Not only was the Holy Son's appearance and gender indistinguishable, but even his voice was somewhere between the two. The strange fragrance wafted over again, but Chu Junci subconsciously glanced at Mo Yan.

When he noticed that Mo Yan was also looking at the Holy Son, he was slightly taken aback, but inwardly he sneered.

Ha ha.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Chu Junci looked away and said, "No need for formalities."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The Holy Son rose and looked at him with gentle eyes. Being looked at with such eyes easily aroused a protective instinct in him.

But Chu Junci's gaze grew even colder. "The Holy Son is from the Moyang Kingdom. I do not wish to take away what belongs to another. Take him back with you."

These words were spoken to the envoy from the Moyang Kingdom. Upon hearing this, he slowly knelt down: "Your Majesty, the Moyang Kingdom has presented the Holy Son on this trip to show our submission to Your Majesty. Before departing, the King specifically instructed me to be sure to ask Your Majesty to accept the Holy Son."

"..."

Chu Junci had no intention of accepting any holy son; the other party was clearly no ordinary person and might even be carrying some secret.

"My mind is made up. Take him back with you before you return to your country."

"His Majesty……"

He wanted to say more, but the Holy Son of the Central Government spoke up, his eyes reddening: "Does Your Majesty despise your subject?"

"I……"

"Your Majesty, I have an elder brother who is the same age as you. When I look at Your Majesty, it is as if I see my elder brother."

"Three years ago, my elder brother passed away. I have been thinking constantly that if my brother were still here."

His voice was soft and weak, and he was about the same age as A Li. Hearing these words, Chu Junci couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Click."

The sound of the glass breaking brought Chu Junci back to her senses. When Chu Junci came back to her senses, she met the gaze of Mo Yan, who had a resentful look on his face.

"..."

Feeling a little guilty, Chu Junci blinked and cleared his throat, then looked away.

Then Mo Yan mocked the Holy Son, saying, "Your brother is dead, what are you doing here claiming brothers?"

"You don't actually think His Majesty of Yong would acknowledge you as his younger brother, do you? Hah."

"A fool's dream."

"..."

The Holy Son choked for a moment at these words: "That's not what I meant. I know my status is lowly and I am not worthy to be associated with Your Majesty."

"I only ask to serve Your Majesty and relieve Your Majesty's worries."

"What worries can you solve?"

Mo Yan sized him up: "I see you are lazy and ignorant. If you have any self-awareness, you should return to your country as soon as possible. Staying here will only make you a laughing stock."

"minister……"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yan continued, "Furthermore, His Majesty of Yong has already stated that he does not need your service. He has plenty of people to serve him. What are you anyway?"

"..."

These words left the Holy Son speechless, and he could only look pitifully at Chu Junci, hoping that the other party would speak up for him.

But Chu Junci didn't even look at him. Seeing this, something flashed in the Holy Son's eyes, and his right hand clenched tightly.

This was the first time anyone had remained unmoved by him. The two people above him were the emperors of Yong and Zhao, yet they both treated him as if he were nothing.

But he was unwilling to give up.

"His Majesty……"

He moved his lips, then suddenly fainted in the hall. Seeing this, Mo Yan sneered, "Is that all? Who else do you want to serve? Take care of yourself first."

"..."

Mo Yan continued to mock him, and Chu Junci pressed his temples: "Mo...Emperor Zhao, say less."

"oh."

Mo Yan looked away and listened to Aci's instruction: "Summon the imperial physician to examine the Holy Son."

Soon, the imperial physician appeared, took the Holy Son's pulse, and said, "The Holy Son is physically fine. The reason he fainted was probably due to anger affecting his heart."

"hehe."

Mo Yan continued his mockery, his gaze sliding towards the envoy from the Mo Yang Kingdom: "The Mo Yang Kingdom, is it? What are your intentions in offering up such a useless piece of trash who can't even take care of himself?"

"this……"

The envoy looked troubled and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, you flatter me. The Holy Son is merely... merely..."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and looked at Chu Junci again: "Does Your Majesty still remember the Imperial Advisor's prophecy from eighteen years ago?"